Good Thursday to all, or Boxing Day. to Canadians and Brits. Though we got our prompt a day early thanks to Rochelle‘s generosity, I could not squeeze in a story. And then I was glad I waited because this gave me the time to dedicate this post to my blogging friend David Kanigan, who sadly lost his brother, Lorne, in the first minutes of Christmas Day.
A Monument for Christmas
It was time to stand tall and strong. He had to try to keep his anger in check as he knew it would serve no purpose now. To rail against the system or whatever powers that be, that he wasn’t quite sure he believed in, would serve no purpose now.
He had to focus on the good that was before, and the end of all the suffering that had gone on for too long. It was a small comfort.
He wanted more time. And he didn’t want Christmas to be a monument to the day his brother’s light was snuffed.